Deep in the universe, inside a blood-red planet, stood a vast and towering palace.
At that moment, a ten-meter-tall middle-aged man sat on the throne inside. Beside him stood a blood-red saber dozens of meters long, planted in the ground. It radiated a savage, blood-soaked aura, making the entire palace seem like a scarlet hell where countless evil spirits wailed.
Three scars marred his face, making him look utterly fearsome. He was also missing his right arm. It seemed his body had endured countless battles to the death, weathering years of hardship.
If any powerful figure from the outside world saw this middle-aged man, they would be scared half to death. He was none other than the notorious Mad Slaughter Saint, a bona fide Saint-level expert.
Legend had it that he was a bloodthirsty madman. Once, claiming he was in a bad mood, he had slaughtered three planets, wiping out hundreds of billions of lives without leaving a single survivor.
That was why he was known as Mad Slaughter. Countless races feared and revered him as if he were the god of death.
But after some incident, he had disappeared for a long time, and many had nearly forgotten his name.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Just then, six or seven unwelcome guests suddenly appeared inside the palace, arriving one after another in the blood-red hall.
They came in all shapes and sizes: some had faces covered in coarse hair, some were bald, some were nuns, some were missing an arm, and some had only one eye. In short, none of them looked like decent people.
They were the notorious assassins of the universe, known as the Seven Killers. Every one of them was an expert in the Divine Ability Realm.
"Your Excellency."
Yet facing Mad Slaughter Saint, they didn't dare act